Best 15 quotes of Trevor Driggers on MyQuotes

Even the brightest stars burn out eventually.

Have the courage to walk away, those that value you will want you back, & those that do not won't hold you back.

I saw her disappear from my life like a star that fades into obscurity behind a veil of clouds.

Just take my hand &let us dance under a chandelier of starlight.

Life isn't fair nor unfair, it just gives us what it gives us. It's entirely indifferent to our perspectives. It doesn't matter what we think or feel we deserve nor don't deserve. We get what we get. Life isn't sympathetic our wants or desires, it's apathetic. But that doesn't mean we can't influence it. Though we can't control what life gives us, We can control how we handle it as well as our outlook. With the right outlook & method of handling situations, we can make the best of the worst situations. Life won't always give us what we want, bad things do happen. But they help us appreciate the good when we have it. It's what gives the good it's value. the contrast with the bad. So make the best of things, & cherish the good when you get it. Don't worry about finding fairness, you won't. Just worry about making the best of your life, & what you get. And enjoy the good life brings.

Maybe if we just lay beneath the stars long enough, all our worries will dissipate into the cosmos. And we can lay there motionless, yet sailing across the stars.

Some people get what they want, but then they act like they don't want what they're given. I think its because sometimes the form it takes isn't quite the form they wanted. That the person giving it & the manor in which it's given isn't what they wanted. Or maybe the timing is simply off. Or maybe, it's just that when you don't know what you want nothing is ever enough. And I think that's the real tragedy. That life gives us exactly what we've been wanting but we fail to embrace it. Simply letting those moments & people pass us by.

Sometimes we have to weather the storm to see a brighter tomorrow. Sometimes the rain fails to wash away our mistakes, our regrets, & our pain. Sometimes, all we need is not to run inside from the rainstorm, but to dance, kiss & walk through the rain. Sometimes, the rain will make things far more beautiful than before. After all, it takes a little rain to see a rainbow. Not every rainstorm has to be a hurricane, & the rain won't fall forever. There's always a brighter tomorrow waiting for the storm to pass. You just have to learn to take what you're given & make the best of it. Remember, even paradise sees its share of storms, but in the end, it's still paradise. So if you let the rain ruin your day, you'll be hard pressed to find happiness or paradise, even when the sun comes out. When the sun shines & it's a beautiful day, you'll stay inside, because you're afraid it might rain again. But the truth is, life is a series of bright days interrupted by a series of storms. But it's those days between, where the sun shines warm on you that make it all worthwhile. It may rain, you may feel a storm on the horizon, but it shouldn't stop you from enjoying the sunshine when you get it.

Sometimes, we want what we want. Even if we know it's going to kill us.

The internet is a blessing and curse, because it's a gateway to an endless plethora of information. However it's flooded with pseudoscience, fringe science, false information, contrived statements, pure lies, & utter misrepresentations of facts. It's essentially a situation were you're mining for genuine gold in a cave of fools gold, & while genuine gold exists, it's overwhelmed & obscured so often by imitation.

We declared war on one another's heart. And once the bombs dropped, & wars of words began, all that was left were the ruins of what was once everything. Something once so beautiful, that even those dull ruins held it's own tragic beauty all their own.

We look at other people's lives, & we see what looks like a beautiful, adventurous, wonderful or tragic life. But so seldom do we see or even understand that what we see isn't their lives. Especially nowadays with news feeds, & statuses, we see only the surface, with not hint at the inner workings. To me, it's like a movie. We see the culmination of ones efforts, work, hardships, difficulties, progress, & pains. On a big screen that is life, but so rare & seldom, do we every acknowledge nor see the directorial point of view. The metaphorical behind the screens. So while we view others lives with a romantic envy, sweet longing, disheartened sympathy, or joyous reverence. We are so oblivious to the fact that their lives take the same trials, hardships, wonders, difficulties, & joys as we, it's merely manifested in a different on screen production. My longing, is to see that which is off screen. The inner workings, mundane & trivial, as well as the intense & breathtaking because without it, the picture it culminated in would not be. If we only take things at face value, we'll miss the wonders of the inner working. That which lies beyond sight, hidden away within. While it is what appears without that we all see, that which lies within makes what we see make sense. And it's in understanding someone's life & situation, that you can come to value their life & them.

We put our lives on hold for people who so easily forget about us.

You know someone is special to you when you're literally captivated by them in even the little moments. The slightest thing they say or do, is like watching the universe unfold. And nothing else matters in those moments. Where you go about your day, & the most capricious of things send you into a whirlwind of thoughts connected to them. And a plethora of thoughts flood into your mind, for no apparent reason other than its them. Or perhaps, you randomly see a picture of them in your news feed & you just pause & look, & the world melts away & all time seems to stop, & there's a radiance that illuminates your life. And you focus on the little details, & wish you could just capture every single detail vividly. And you see their eyes, & though they're merely a moment in time, their eyes are so beautiful, that they transcend the medium & are as if they're there looking back. And all you can do it look into them. Knowing those eyes are what you could look into endlessly. And you know that it's all you could ever want, if for just a single moment in time. Or they share their thoughts, & you rack your brain around how they think. An you just want to understand & know more of their thoughts, simply because they're theirs. They, to you, are a more elegant work of art than even the finest painting, songs or poems of the great artists. And you know that even the most renowned artist couldn't conceive of a more perfect image of beauty. Leonardo, Van Gough, Rembrandt, Picasso, the most renowned artist of time would go mad in attempts to capture even a fraction of such a beautiful sight. That even Shakespeare couldn't put such a person into words. Though there's no doubt they're worthy of being the subject of a Shakespearean sonnet. But it could do no justice to their reality, that because there are no words that truly could ever describe them, even such an attempt would be like trying to describe the complex, wondrous & marvelous nature of the universe in but a single word. That no words, paintings, pictures, or thought could describe them & encapsulate the essence of their grace. And that though no one is truly perfect, they as a person through your eyes, reach a state as near perfect as you could imagine. And even dreams couldn't conceive of a greater wonder of life. It's as if the sum of all the beauty in the world can be found within this one person. It's wonderful, inspiring, breathtaking. Or rather, it's a whirlwind of emotions. Where the wonder & awe bleed into & merge with the disheartening longing, utter belief that you could not for a second touch that with you so desperately struggle & grasp for & an inability to even breath in the moments you're interacting with them. But it's all the more maddening because with all the wanting of your heart, you know it's wanting for something it could never have. That for all your wanting, you know such things are simply & purely unobtainable. And all you can do is hold to adoration & hopes. Hopes that you in your heart know fully are hopeless, but which you can't help but maintain. I think few things are more maddening than that feelings. Most people, when face with such a situation, might despair & grow cynical. But so seldom do we ever meet someone who so maddeningly captivates us, so seldom someone who's very existence throws your world upside down. In a time in which genuine emotion is a scarcity. And pseudo-emotions, frivolous & quick to fade, are rampant. The genuine article is something I cherish. When something makes you feel anything, it's something amazing. Regardless if it's a fervent concoction of the greatest good & the saddest sad. The experience of meeting such a person, who can spark such thoughts & feeling, is a genuine rarity. One in which a given person could go a lifetime without experiencing, but which is worth experiencing. And something that, though ultimately heartbreaking, I wouldn't give up experiencing.

You were like reading a good novel. The kind were you wanted to turn every page, & never put it down... And absorb every second. But for whatever reason, that novel isn't there for me to read, & so, it's endless chapters are gone from my reach. And I don't dare to pretend to be surprised. But I do dare to wonder why. And though it's gone, I smile because it was the best novel I ever read. In those brief moments the novel of you possessed me, mind, body, & soul alike. I felt joy & adoration in such a degree, that if I never do again it'll be okay. When you read a great novel, you never forget it. And you never let go of the feeling of it in your mind. The captivating nature of it. But greater than a novel, not mere words on a page, but a reality. Reality in a vivid form that can't begin to be put into words. That words, could not touch. You're the kind of novel one would desperately want to finish. To keep near at hand & close at heart. But it can't be. And though it's a mournful & somber thought, there's enjoyment in the knowledge that for a brief moment in time, it was there. The novel of her, was a novel of breathtaking wonder. And if I never get to read another page, I'll cherish those I had the privilege of reading. And you can only hope that whoever reads it next, values it in the way you so know is deserved.